Текст и перевод песни Bronko Yotte - Moda y foto

Moda y foto

Tengo tanto tiempo, quiero perderlo
Quiero volver a ser empleado de un enfermo del chape
Todos convencidos del destape del país
Mas te harían feliz puertas de escape
Te sientes capaz de mejorar la raza
Pero eres un herrero sin cuchillo y sin casa
Pasa a mi living, brother, sister, sibling
Solo el amor de mis cercanos es mi bling-bling
Demostremos nada a jefe alguno
Uno para todos, todos para el pueblo
La idea es comunicarte un buen discurso pero me bloqueo
Si acaso lo dribleo, mi trofeo
Reo libre, palabra vaga
Así no me obligo a cumplirla haga lo que haga
Las dagas en la espalda y si te hacen tragar oro
Vamos con las palmas son, vamos con el coro

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Esa es su verdad, esa es su verdad

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Este es mi país, este es mi país Esta es mi canción, esta es mi concreción
Yo quiero dar más, quiero dar rap con razón
Corazón, ven pa' acá, ven a compartir la verdad
Que está dentro de tu caparazón
Soy yo, soy el que no la supo hacer
Cuando estuve dando vueltas en el colegio años atrás
Encerrado peor que Alcatraz
Conflictos escolares no te dejaban en paz
Y ahora yugo laboral nos condena
Obligarnos a trabajar casi gratis es el esquema
Mejor los invito a los demás véanla
Por ustedes y sobre todo por su familia
Suben rejas, les ponen cerco eléctrico como el tren
No saben, por qué mejor no hacen el bien
Y se dejan de bobadas
En la vega venden verduras
Y voh como el mercado vendíh pescada
Cada cual con su mono, cada peineta su muñeca
Cada falta tarjeta
Notas buenas en tu libreta y gana tu medalla y
Si no, cuenta cuánto queda en el calendario maya

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Esa es su verdad, esa es su verdad

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Este es mi país, este es mi país

Fashion and Photo

I have so much time, honey, I want to waste it with you
I want to be back employed by a sicko who likes to kiss
Everybody's convinced that the country is becoming more open
But an escape route would make you happy
You feel like you can improve the race
But you're a blacksmith without a knife or a home
Come to my living room, brother, sister, sibling
Only the love of my close ones is my bling-bling
Let's not prove anything to any boss
One for all, all for the people
The idea is to tell you a good speech, but I'm freezing
If I ever dribble it, my trophy
Released convict, vague word
This way I don't have to do it no matter what I do
Daggers in the back and if they make you swallow gold
Let's go with clapping, let's go with the chorus

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That's your truth, that's your truth

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This is my country, this is my country This is my song, my final product
I want to give my all, I want to do rap with reason
Heart come over here, come share some truth
That's in your shell
It's me, I never knew how to do it
When I was spinning around in college years ago
Locked up worse than Alcatraz
School conflicts wouldn't leave you alone
And now the yoke of work condemns us
Forcing us to work for almost nothing is the scheme
I'd rather invite you and the others to see
For yourselves and above all for your family
They raise bars, put electric fences like the train
They don't know better, why don't they do what's right
And stop acting silly
In the market they sell vegetables
And like the market, you sold fish
Each one with their jumpsuit, each ponytail its doll
Each foul a yellow card
Good grades on your report card and win your medal and
If not, count how much is left on the Mayan calendar

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That's your truth, that's your truth

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This is my country, this is my country